Ian Dunn

A Life Of Sorts

In the beginning she heard his voice melodiousAnd following that dreamy sound came suddenly upon himRichly garbed down by the hawthorn hedgeHow handsome and proud against that newly emerging emerald green backdropp he wasSo full of the joys of Spring amidst the half uncurled budsHe catching her eye was moved to cease in his oratoryAnd gracefully moving to her sideAsked that she would dance with himTo welcome in the May